Being eaten by my father as an infant was really uncomfortable.
Growing up inside of him was even worse.
Not to even speak of being vomited.
My brother Poseidon and I helped our younger brother Zeus. I was the one dealing the finishing blow, but I didn't get crowned king.
No I had to live underground, abandoned by my only family.
Poseidon became king of the Ocean, Zeus became ruler of the sky and what did I get? Nothing except a bunch of deadbeats.
A three headed dog, the boat man, two comically pathetic demons and a bunch of old ladies who share one single eyeball.
I would die if I could...
